The lord is red again

[Grape Planter in Fox Cave, lv4]

[Life: 60/110]

[Grape Picker in Fox Cave, lv5]

[Life: 100/150]

[Grape Aphid Remover in Fox Cave, lv3]

[Life: 60/90]

There are indeed people in the Porcupine Tavern, and there are more than a dozen people standing there.

They are indeed having a party, but they may not be as friendly as imagined.

The moment they heard the door being pushed, everyone turned around and looked at him.

The instant he looked back, my heart stopped beating.

The moment his eyes fell on himself, he found that his throat was dry and itchy.

"Gudong"

It was not until he swallowed a mouthful of saliva that he felt a little better and cheered up.

He smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I disturbed your party."

I slowly backed out of the door of the tavern and reached out to try to close the door of the tavern together.

A dozen villagers opened their bloody cavities with hundreds of teeth and roared at him.

"Ah! Fuck!!!"

The silence of the fox cave was finally broken.

The villagers who were afraid of strangers, shy and unwilling to communicate with others during the day became hospitable at night.

They enthusiastically chased the strangers and sent their most sincere greetings with sickles, pitchforks, scissors, axes, etc. in their hands.

Ashes exploded and light flashed.

This scene has begun to play in various areas of the fox cave.

I was resurrected in a random area of ​​the fox cave at 8 am. There seems to be no absolutely safe place in this novice village.

Or it may be judged that every place is safe, but he happened to be in two camps with the residents here, and the other side happened to be hostile to him.

He was dismembered for the first time playing the game.

Even if he has completely turned off the pain, it is difficult for people not to have a physiological reaction of vomiting when watching himself being dismembered.

From now on, I have all the materials for nightmares. Ordinary death is not interesting at all. I will probably have to split my body into cement blocks and sink it into the river.

Wait, can I only play this game when I sleep? That's fine. I won't have nightmares at all.

I was in a narrow alley after I resurrected on the morning of August 8.

At most two people can walk side by side, and it's pitch black.

But after holding his breath and blinking hard to adapt for a while, he can vaguely see the surrounding environment.

He has completely used the life instincts of the real world to move in the game.

When he can't see clearly, he squints, and then finds that he can really see more clearly; when throwing things, he follows his instinct, and the parabola can accurately hit the target according to his inner thoughts, and so on.

This is a game that completely follows the logic of human behavior in the real world.

Whether a game is real or not, the picture is important but not the most important. What's more important is the logic of activity behavior. Many times he will forget that he is playing a game.

The back is also pitch black, either forward or backward.

The undead who was also exploring the fox cave sent a message: "The villagers here are so enthusiastic."

I Shang Zao Ba also sighed: "Yeah, they ignored us completely during the day, but it was completely different at night."

"Be careful, I feel that something must have happened in this novice village."

So far, the undead people can't even figure out what the main line of the game is at this stage, because no matter which angle you look at it from, you will find that as long as you play it, it can be considered the main line. Even if you don't take this main line and change to another one, you will encounter other main lines countless times in the next journey.

It's as if, without the participation of the undead, these stories will also develop quietly in places that deviate from the player's main perspective.

This feeling is very magical.

They are like little ants involved in an era.

Now, they can't even control their own experience in the game's novice village.

"Be careful."

I Shang Zao Ba closed the chat window.

The pitchfork can't be used in such a narrow area, so you can only pray that you don't encounter the enemy at this time and be forced to meet on a narrow road.

Keep walking forward, fortunately nothing jumped in your face.

Just as I was about to look out, a beam of strong light suddenly splashed in from the front, and the flying ashes looked like concentrated mottled stars under the firelight.

Sensing something was wrong, he lowered his head and arched forward.

The sound of the rapid wind brushed past his scalp and hit the wall with a sound.

While I was rushing forward and out of the alley, I turned around and saw who was attacking me.

It was still a planter in the vineyard.

Like the villagers I met before, he was not of high level but was as enthusiastic as ever.

Because he rushed forward, he was forced to throw away the pitchfork in his hand. Without a handy weapon in his hand, he could only choose to quickly select a target and then rush up to hug the other person.

The villager who was hugged was very light, and he flew up when I hit him with my shoulder. His thin and shriveled body was lifted up like a broken bag, and then slammed heavily on the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he reached out and grabbed the sickle in the villager's hand, and successfully took the sickle away with his strength advantage.

His body reacted very quickly, pressing the sickle to the opponent's neck, and using his body to drive the sickle to cut and lift it up.

Blood was spilling out, but no blood was spraying out. The shriveled and thin body was like an empty shell, and the spilled blood only dyed the neck red.

But at this moment, I Shang Zao Ba found a little movement behind me.

I was attacked! The amount of blood suddenly decreased.

He rolled forward and avoided the second attack launched by the opponent.

The rough and blunt bone-chopping knife did not chop the undead, but the villager who was still twitching.

The belly was cut open, and a lot of blood splashed out this time.

It was so much that it was abnormal, as if there was a huge blood bag in the villager's stomach, and the bone-chopping knife just smashed the blood bag, splashing blood all over his face.

"Pooh!" I Shang Zao Ba hurriedly raised his arm to wipe his mouth. I accidentally drank some just now.

The taste was very strange, with a sour and sweet taste mixed in the blood.

He took advantage of the gap when the villager's bone-chopping knife was stuck in the bones of the corpse and raised the sickle above his head. He rushed behind the villager in three or two steps and chopped vertically with all his strength.

The tip of the sickle was like a sharp claw, drilling a big hole in the back of the villager's head.

Too realistic interaction will also cause new troubles.

The sickle was successfully stuck in the opponent's skull and could not be pulled out, but the severe pain made the villager more and more violent.

I had to let go and bent down to pick up the pitchfork that I had accidentally thrown aside.

With the pitchfork in hand, the gun came out like a dragon!

The fork that was added successfully solved the opponent.

The two corpses fell to the ground softly, and I picked up the bone-chopping knife tied with a cloth strip.

The weapon was crudely made, but the damage was stronger than the pitchfork, and it was more solid.

He grabbed the bone-chopping knife with both hands and swung it twice in the air. The whistling sound of the wind gave him great confidence.

In addition, he also got a hat.

Now, I Shang Zao Ba looks no different from the villagers in Fox Cave, but he himself doesn't know why. These villagers can always find him at the first time, which is a little different from the strategy he found on the Internet before.

Then he slaughtered all the way and moved forward.

He gradually became proficient in dealing with the villagers in Fox Cave.

He could quickly sneak behind the opponent and take the enemy away with a sneak attack.

He would occasionally get injured, but most of them were not fatal.

The roar of Wu Ao Ao came from a distance, and I Shang Zao Ba rushed in that direction, only to find that there was an acquaintance there.

It was the old hunter Charles who left at dusk.